The New Girl to Beacon Hills

Lunatics

Stiles, Scott, and I were walking though the mud when Scott finally decided to speak up.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"You'll see" Stiles told us.

"We really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freaking out from what happened at the school" I told him. Scott was most likely having the same problem.

"Well your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me." Stiles told us. I told my mom yesterday about dad. I know I shouldn't have told her, but it felt better to get off my chest.

"Can you at least tell us what we're doing out here?" Scott asked. I continued walking, but quickened my pace so I'd be beside Stiles.

"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped..." Scott interrupted him.

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break" He protested. I turned around.

"Alright, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break, you get your best friend drunk" He told us, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Then why am I even here?" I asked, holding my hands on my hips.

"You my good friend," Stiles started. "are gonna drive us home"

Stiles set down the beer bottle again next to me. "Dude, you know, she's just one...one girl..." Stiles stuttered, certainly hammered. "You know, there are so many... There are so many other girls in the sea." I looked up at Scott.

"Fish in the sea" Scott corrected.

"Fish?" Stiles asked. "Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love them." He reached out, trying to touch my hair. I batted his hand away.

"I love... especially ones with strawberry blond hair, green eyes, 5'3"

" Like Lydia?" I asked him.

"Yeah, exactly," Stiles answered. I wondered how he knows she's 5'3. "Hey, How did you know I was talking about... about... What was I talking about?" He grinned.

"Hey! You're not happy!" He hit Scott's foot while getting up. "Take a drink!" He handed Scott the bottle.

"I don't want anymore" Scott told him. I leaned back and looked at him. I didn't even know he took a sip. "You're not drunk?" Stiles asked as he lied back down.

"I'm not anything." Scott told us.

"Hey, maybe it's like, not needing your inhaler anymore, you know? Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf" I lied on the ground. That means I can't get drunk. Dammit.

"Am I drunk?" Stiles asked.

"You're wasted" Scott and I told him. "Yeah!" Stiles cheered, putting his hand in the air. "Oh come on dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I actually don't know. But I know this, I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse." Stiles reached out for a fist bump. I returned it. I turned to him.

"That doesn't make any sense" I told him.

"I need a drink" Stiles announced, reaching for the bottle again. Some guy grabbed the bottle from beside us and took it.

"Well, look at the three little bitches getting their drinks on" The first man spoke as I turned around.